"Chels." I heard someone whisper. "Pssst. Chelsea!"
"Yes?" I muttered, opening my eyes that felt as they were glued together. My first instinct was to look over to Luke, however I ignored that feeling as my eyes traced over to where Calum had been resting. But he wasn't the person who called me, he was asleep, his arm still hanging in the white sling. He looked peaceful for once. The most relaxed I've seen him in months.
"Chelsea?" I heard an empty voice repeat. My eyes met Luke's as I slowly turned my head, my neck weak from the absence of the brace that supported it the night before.
"Hi Luke." I mumbled, giving him a faint smile.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. His voice cracked mid-way, and I could tell that he was in distress. I wasn't sure what he was feeling, and I'm not sure if I wanted to feel an ounce of his guilt. "I was agitated and I lost my mind, I'm so sorry."
I watched as tears fell from his cheeks, the obvious disappointment showed on his face. I reminded him that it was okay, but he didn't believe me. I felt terrible as well, he wouldn't have been upset if I didn't talk to Calum, that was the first mistake.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled. "I didn't mean to get you upset."
"It wasn't your fault."
"Yes it was." I cried, tilting my neck back to relieve it from the pressure that was being put on it. "It's all my fault, and you don't deserve the stress I put into your life."
"You give me relief, I'm never stressed when it comes to yo-"
"Luke I can't do it." I cried, starring up at the ceiling. "It's just not possible."
I heard him sniffle, shifting in his bed. "So what're you gonna do?" He asked angrily. "Go back to Calum? What? Tell me."
"I'm not going back to either of you. Life has proven to me that you two are toxic."
"Toxic?" He laughed. "Are you sure we are? Maybe it's you."
"It's not me." I muttered. "Both of you continue to be issues in my life, and I can't do this."
"I'm an issue?" He asked, laughing as he took in a breath. "How am I an issue?"
"Luke this is a continuous triangle of you, Calum, and I."
"How?"
"Who do you think you crashed into?" I asked angrily. "You crashed into Calum. Now look at him. He hasn't woken up yet Luke, what if you killed him?"
Luke took in a deep breath, but refrained from saying anything now that he knew the whole situation.
"And Luke. I love you, but this is so hard for me."
"Okay." He muttered. "It's fine."
"No, it's not fine." I mumbled. "I know you're not fine."
"I'm fine."
He said those last words in a tone I haven't heard in months. That was the old Luke.
The Luke that bullied me.
I felt more tears rush to my eyes as the memories of those horrific years flood into my memory.
Luke asked his nurse to replace the curtain that separated us, me questioning if I should have the one between Calum and I closed. I rolled my eyes back, letting tears slowly fall out as I ignored the nurses that were coming in and out of my room.
***
I laid there for what felt like hours. My mom had dropped by and I told her everything that had happened, she cried out of anger and threatened to press charges. I told her not to though, just to avoid stress. She checked me out of the hospital and drove me back home. Calum still hadn't woken up since I left, but I assumed he'd be awake by tomorrow. I left with a neck brace and a few scratches, nothing too serious.
But not only did I leave with physical scars, I left with mental ones as well.
I'll never forget the way I heard Luke scream as he thought something was horribly wrong. I'll never forget seeing Calum's sleeping body laying there as he was helpless.
I'll never forget any of these past events, but I know that in these past few months I've forgotten who I am. I should've never allowed Luke to mess with my mind and possess me to end relations with Calum, and even though he did, I should have never dated him. I messed up a lot, and I regret every bit of it. But I can't do anything about it now, it's all over.
+
I'm so sorry I haven't updated anything in forever. I've been stressed, I know this is short and crappy, but I have a few more updates already written. I've been meaning to publish something I'm sorry.
